Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse.

Chapter 1092, Cooperation

Wu Heng and his skeleton team hid behind a cluster of half-human-high withered yellow bushes, observing the settlement ahead from afar.

A wall about three or four meters high, reinforced with rough cement and old vehicles, with guards patrolling back and forth vaguely visible on the top of the wall.

Most of these guards wore a variety of leather armor or a mix of coarse cloth clothes, but generally had modern rifles slung across their shoulders.

This mix-and-match style gives people a strong sense of disharmony, as if it is a city in another world and modern soldiers.

Wu Heng looked into the distance, his eyes sweeping across the mottled graffiti and broken slogans outside the city wall. A few vague Spanish words helped him determine where he was standing.

"Mexico...!" he whispered to himself.

He also had a base in Mexico, which he directly handed over to Qi Hancai's people for management, and he did not pay much attention to it afterwards.

I didn't expect that the Queen would arrange the resurrection point nearby.

In the distance, the city's metal gates stood open, forming a busy passage.

Survivors were coming in and out, some carrying bulging bags, some pushing bicycles loaded with various supplies.

The flow of people was not sparse, and it seemed that this settlement was of a certain size, probably at least meeting the standards of a medium-sized shelter.

"A shelter of this size is likely owned by a member of the Dawn Alliance..." Wu Heng thought to himself, "If I can borrow their radio, I can contact Qi Hancai or Li Yahong."

The thought cheered him up.

But soon, the reality of the problem made him frown again.

He looked back at his 'team': ragged skeletons, skeleton wolves the size of adult bulls, skeleton deer as tall as horses, with the soul fire in his eye sockets flickering faintly.

I now look like a five or six-year-old child, and I am at level one again.

No matter how you think about it, it would be dangerous to go in.

Not to mention borrowing a radio, the most likely scenario is that as soon as you enter the range, the guards on the wall will mistake you for a monster and shoot you into pieces.

The risk is too great.

Wu Heng pondered for a moment and decisively gave up the idea of ​​going forward and making direct contact.

He once again observed the base in the distance, then whispered an order to the skeletons, "Go this way, stay hidden."

After saying that, he stood up and changed direction with the skeletons, leaving the main road.

……

Deep in a street where houses are staggered.

Among the broken walls and ruins are buildings of various styles, including low-rise bungalows, abrupt three-story buildings, and clusters of apartment buildings.

These buildings were built together in such a chaotic manner, one next to the other, as if they were scattered randomly on the land by a giant hand.

Roar~!

The roars of zombies echoed among the dilapidated streets.

Five zombies were frantically banging on a crumbling wooden door.

Inside the door, a steel knife stabbed out from the gap from time to time. Due to the position and angle, each knife stabbed the zombie's chest or abdomen.

After several slashes, the zombies were still banging on the wooden door.

Click!

The wooden door finally couldn't hold and broke into pieces.

Zombies rushed into the house with their fangs bared.

In the room, two adult men and a teenager, clutching crude weapons, retreated step by step with pale faces.

Just when the zombies were about to pounce.

boom!
A ball of fire suddenly exploded at the door, and as the heat wave rolled, two tall figures with tight body protection, masks and sunglasses on their heads rushed in swiftly and pounced on the zombies!

The three of them were stunned for a moment, then they reacted and mustered up the courage to join the battle.

In just a moment, five zombies fell in a pool of blood.

The three survivors leaned against the wall or the edge of the table, gasping for breath.

The oldest man among them spoke in Spanish, his voice still trembling, "Thank you very much for your help... We can give you all the things we found today. Please help yourself."

The two tall figures did not respond, but stood silently by the door, the machetes and axes in their hands still dripping with blood, and rifles hanging behind their backs.

In the silence, a clear yet calm child's voice came from behind them: "You're welcome. In the apocalypse, survivors should help each other."

The three looked up and saw an Asian boy slowly walking out from between two adults.

He looks young, but his expression is extremely calm.

"Who are you...?" The leading man frowned, alert and puzzled.

The combination in front of me was too weird. The fully armed adults said nothing, and instead a child spoke on their behalf. This was a bit too strange.

"I have the final say in our team." Wu Heng raised his hand casually, and a ball of fire suddenly ignited in his palm and then went out in an instant.

The three people's pupils shrank.

stranger!
He has awakened his special abilities at such a young age... no wonder he is said to have the final say.

The man's tone softened, but remained respectful. "Thank you for saving my life. These are what we found today..."

He opened the backpack, revealing the mess of items inside.

Wu Heng took a look and saw electronic parts, ashtrays, old sneakers, and a lot of miscellaneous items that were of no use.

Wu Heng just glanced at it calmly and said, "I'll trade you guys for the compressed biscuits for the bullets inside."

He took out two packs of compressed biscuits from his bag and threw them over.

The three of them took the cookies, their eyes flashing with unconcealable joy.

Then the three of them began to eat voraciously.

After they finished eating, Wu Heng spoke, "What's your name?"

"Miguel Carlos Mendoza, just call me Miguel." The man wiped his mouth and pointed to the two people behind him, "This is my friend, Juan Angel Rodriguez, and my son, Diego."

After saying that, he politely asked, "What's your name, Captain?"

"Li Gang!" Wu Heng continued, "You don't have a fixed shelter?"

"Yes, we live in the Popocatépetl shelter. We formed a scavenger team to find useful things and then exchange them for food," Miguel replied.

Wu Heng nodded.

I had come here with several teams, and had originally intended to chat up another team, but I didn't expect them to be in danger, so I changed my target and came to rescue them.

"Can I come into your shelter? I have some supplies and would like to trade something."

The three of them exchanged glances, and Miguel hesitated, "Where are you from? We have strict rules over there, especially for someone like you... and carrying a gun."

"A small stronghold in the east was overrun by zombies, and we escaped here." Wu Heng remained calm, "We just wanted to exchange some necessities."

Miguel's son couldn't help but interject, "Those guns of yours will definitely be taken away! You can't get them back once you go in!"

Miguel nodded. "The administrators don't allow ordinary people to carry guns. Guns and ammunition can be exchanged for supplies, but bringing guns in... is not allowed."

It's the end of the world, and the survivors are not allowed to have guns.

Wu Heng then asked, "Where does the food for the base come from?"

"Officially, they said it was stock from an old warehouse... but I heard it was actually exchanged from a branch base of Yama Palace."

"Then why don't you go to the Yama Palace base?"

Miguel smiled bitterly, "How many zombies are there along the way? We're already taking a risk just to search the surrounding area. We can't possibly go that far."

Wu Heng pondered for a moment and said, "I don't want to change to anything else. I just want to find a radio station or a satellite phone that can contact the outside world. I've lost my companions and I want to get some information."

Miguel shook his head. "Only the administrators have radios and telephones. We only have a public radio station, and we all listen to the radio together."

Wu Heng narrowed his eyes.

This shelter is like a closed prison, and they are still blocking information at this time.

He asked some questions indirectly and gradually got to know the details of the base.

This place was controlled by drug dealers and gangs in the early years, and after the end of the world, it became a force of its own.

The survivors inside live a repressed life, but at least... they are still alive.

After chatting for a while, Miguel and the other two prepared to get up and leave.

Wu Heng finally asked, "What do you usually do with the zombies you kill?"

Find out where the corpses are piled up so that you can replenish your own skeleton army.

"It's all burned, the burning point is over there." Miguel pointed in the direction of the volcano in the distance.

Wu Heng's heart sank, and he had to change his strategy. "You're right, we might not be able to get out once we go in, but I do need some supplies... Can you help me exchange them? I can raise the price."

Miguel raised an eyebrow, "What do you want?"

"First, a radio. Even a modified one would be fine. Someone should be able to make one privately. Also, a crossbow, an axe, a spear, batteries, and armor I can wear."

"What to exchange for?"

"Compressed biscuits and cigarettes."

Miguel hesitated, "What you want... probably won't be enough." Wu Heng took out a small transparent bag from his backpack, inside which the corpse core could be seen.

"Level 1 corpse core, is that enough?"

The three of them held their breath.

The corpse core of a mutated zombie... This kid is indeed not simple.

"That's enough..." Miguel took a deep breath.

Wu Heng nodded. "Same time tomorrow, still here! Bring your stuff and I'll pay you."

Seeing the other party hesitate, Wu Heng added calmly: "If you trade with me, you don't have to risk going to dangerous areas. You can get what you want just by running errands. If you don't want to, I can also find another scavenging team."

All three looked at him.

After chatting for so long, I found that apart from looking like a child, his conversation and thinking were even calmer and more thoughtful than most adults.

Miguel's eyes narrowed.

I agree with the other party's statement. This is a business that is sure to make money.

"Okay, I promise you."

Wu Heng smiled slightly and extended his hand: "It's a pleasure to work with you."

Miguel squeezed hard.

Before leaving, Wu Heng called them back: "By the way, do you have a map of the area?"

"Yes." Miguel gestured to his son, who took out a hand-drawn map from his bag.

"Here's a gift for you. It's a rough drawing, but it shows some safe and dangerous areas. Don't go to any place marked with a red cross."

Wu Heng unfolded the map. Although it was simple, it was enough to determine the direction.

"What dangers are there in these places?"

"The zombies haven't been completely cleared out. There are a lot of them. There are also these few places... It is said that there are deformed zombies." Miguel pointed to several marked points.

Wu Heng noticed a special mark on the north side that was first black and then red: "What about here?"

"It's a big supermarket. The army didn't take it down. They say there are not only zombies... but also ghosts. Don't go near it."

ghost?

Wu Heng nodded: "I understand. See you tomorrow."

"You must come!"

"rest assured."

The three of them lowered their figures and quickly disappeared at the end of the street.

Wu Heng stood by the door, his eyes once again falling on the strange mark on the map.

Ghost!
I really need one.

……

After the three people left.

Wu Heng moved a chair and sat in the room.

I began to recall the intelligence information I had just received.

This refuge, controlled by the mafia, has strict internal management and is particularly wary of outsiders.

With my current strength and condition, wanting to enter the transaction would be like walking into a trap.

Forget about borrowing their radio to contact Li Yahong.

Even though I was cooperating with the three survivors, I didn't completely trust them.

For people living in an environment ruled by gangs and drug dealers, reputation is completely worthless, even if you have just saved them.

There are only two possible outcomes for these people when they return.

One is that they exchange supplies for themselves according to the agreement, and the second is that they sell their intelligence.

I prefer the second one.

It’s a little difficult to enter the city, but what if the enemy leader leaves the city!
You have a great opportunity.

"Hope, don't let me down."

His eyes once again fell on the large supermarket in the north of the map.

Not only are there abundant supplies there, and maybe some communication equipment, but there are also ghosts.

But ghosts cannot be communicated with, and with his current strength of only level 1, going there rashly would be tantamount to seeking death.

As for ghosts, there is no way to communicate. Now I am level 1, and it would be easy to give myself away if I go over there.

You still need to upgrade your level first.

[Bone Control Technique] was released, and all the zombies on the ground turned into skeletons and stood up.

"Let's go." Wu Heng ordered, and then took the skeleton to search the nearby houses.

Searching for anything useful.

Rusty iron rods, broken steel pipes, and even some abandoned metal fences... were all collected.

Made into suggested iron spears and distributed to the skeleton servants.

……

After preparations were completed, he took all his skeletons and moved towards the edge of the uncleared area.

After passing through several dilapidated streets, the scene ahead gradually became wider and more terrifying.

Through the gaps between the messy houses, you can see dense figures wandering on the main road farther away.

A rough scan revealed at least hundreds of zombies.

It wandered back and forth, making meaningless low roars.

Wu Heng calmly observed the environment and quickly selected a narrow alley as an ambush point.

The entrance here is narrow and the interior is relatively spacious, suitable for defense by a small number of people.

He took a deep breath and commanded the skeletons to form a defensive formation. The skeleton holding a sharpened iron pipe was half-crouching in the front, and the second row was composed of skeletons holding machetes and axes.

After the formation was arranged, he patted the skeleton wolf's ribs and said, "Go, lure some of them over here."

The ghostly fire in the skeleton wolf's eye sockets flickered slightly, and its slender skeleton instantly burst out at astonishing speed, leaping out like a white lightning.

But after a moment, he ran back, followed by dozens of zombies with bared fangs and claws.

They crowded in the narrow aisle, pushing and roaring at each other, their rotten limbs rubbing against the walls, making a teeth-grinding sound.

The zombies were getting closer and closer, five meters, four meters... a strong stench of decay hit me in the face.

It's now!

Wu Heng's eyes flashed, and he raised his hand and pointed at the ground in front of him.

【Grease Technique】!
A slippery black oil stain suddenly appeared out of nowhere, covering the ground at the entrance of the alley.

The zombies in the front were caught off guard, stepped on, and instantly lost their balance, falling heavily to the ground one after another like bowling pins.

The zombies behind were unable to stop in time and were tripped by their companions in front. They suddenly became a mess, struggling and sliding in the grease, and could not get up for a while.

"Attack!" Wu Heng ordered coldly.

The skeleton soldiers in the front row thrust their cold spears precisely and mechanically at the zombies' heads again and again.

The zombie wanted to get up, but slid down quickly again.

[Gain experience +5. 】

[Gain experience +5. 】

[Gain experience +5. 】

The prompt sounds rang one after another.

I don’t know how many I killed, but a sense of power rose from my body.

[Your level is increased to Level 2, Intelligence +1, Constitution +1.]

A sense of power filled the body, sweeping away the fatigue of the past few days. The brain became clearer and the perception of the surrounding energy became more acute.

Wu Heng slowly exhaled, feeling the changes in his body.

He quickly glanced at the experience value panel and closed it quickly.

At the entrance, more zombies were attracted by the sound of fighting and swarmed in again.

At the same time, zombies appeared on the roof and wanted to jump down from above.

Wu Heng raised his hand and [acid splashed] out, splashing all over the zombie's face, and then his feet were empty and he fell to the ground.

"Increase the offensive, faster." Wu Heng ordered in a cold voice.

(End of this chapter)